STORY 3

ALEX’S FRIENDSHIP AN EXPERIENCE  

        Alex and I have been friends since childhood. In fact we grew up in the same neighborhood and coincidentally we were both born in the same hospital at St Ives hospital. We were the same age and shared the same birthday. My name is Eve Brian. I’ve got a Nigerian mother and British father. My parents met in England where my mum came for her studies. She is a nurse, while my father works in an oil company. As at the time my father had a cross posting to Nigeria, he and my mum had consummated their relationship. According to my mum I was conceived in London but born in Nigeria. Ours was a close knit family, and my parents were very religious. Alex and I met in the choir of our church and our friendship blossomed.

        Alex’s parents were also very religious and they lived by example. People could not help but envy our friendship. Ours looked like a friendship made in heaven. We did well in class and both parents were proud of us. Teachers were proud of us too and we remained faithful in our relationship with God. Both of us knew that God is awesome and we couldn’t help but spread the gospel.

        On our sixteenth birthday, tragedy struck. I lost my parents in a fire inferno. The world became a dark place. Life stood still for me. Uncles and aunties became desperate to grasp my father’s wealth. I was not considered at all. Meanwhile, Alex and I were the only children of our parents. Oh Alex how could I ever forget you. Alex, though sixteen like me, made her parents fight my course. Alex’s parents got in touch with my family lawyer, only to find out that my father did not have a will. He was only forty-nine years old when he died, while my mother was only forty. Life had just begun for them before it was snuffed out by the hands of death. Despite all that, Mr. & Mrs. Williams, Alex’s parents accepted to fight my course. This also happened because they had come to accept me as their own child ever since our friendship started.

        The venue of the court case was federal High court Ikeja. The battle was between my maternal uncles and I. This was because my paternal uncles were Britons and did not understand how people would want to claim properties that they did not work for.

        On the Day of Judgment, it was a triumph for me. Everything was bequeathed to me. Can I forget such friendship? Truly, Alex’s friendship would be cherished forever; it is an experience I will never forget.

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